The crowd looked up together, looking at the sky over the enchantment, the dark clouds that were still getting thicker, all of them changed.
The robbery of the Holy Dragon is only six.
However, why does Lei Yun disperse now?
Is that explanation, there is still thunderbolt?
How is this possible?
For millions of years, all the dragons have become sanctified, and they have been six mines.
Several brothers, look at each other.
What is the situation, for a while, no one knows why this is like this.
Suddenly, Long Yanyun said: "In the rumor, the thunderbolt is the highest nine, and Aotian is now the sixth."
"Could it be said that because he is too qualified, he wants to cross the seventh thunderbolt?"
"Fast, let people send Lingdan, hurry up!"
Long Xunhai's face was pale instantly, because all Lingdan was used up.
All Lingdan in the Dragon Palace of Deep Sea, as well as the Lingdan bought by Wanbao Pavilion and Lingdan Pavilion, has also been used up.
They all thought that there were only six thunder robbers. In the sixth road, they didn't stay at all.
Fortunately, they didn't stay, otherwise Long Aotian was likely to be unable to live.
But what should I do now?
Several dragon kings also looked at each other. No one knew what to do for a while.
Thunder will not leave you time.
Click!
The seventh thunderstorm, smashed down.
Long Aotian, who was seriously injured and had not been restored, was directly bombarded by this thunder.
On the ground, there was a big pit that suddenly had a circle.
At the bottom of the pit, Long Aotian's whole body bones were broken, like a beach, lying on the ground, motionless.
There are more breaths and less breath, almost death.
"What should I do? What should I do?" Long Xunhai pointed at the top of his head and said, "It's finished, and the eighth thunder, how can this block?"
"In any case, these seventh roads have made Aotian dying. If there is still the eighth way, Aotian will die!"
"Hurry up and think about ways, think about ways." Long Haihai was at a loss, looking at his brother.
In the end, he looked at Long Yiyun.
"Sixth brother, there should be a lot of treasures in the eight people."
Long Yanyun shook his head and said, "No, what I gave before, I have already given it."
Suddenly, Long Zhehai said with a funeral test, and said with a cry: "What should I do? Who can save me, let me be a cattle and horses, it doesn't matter.
But who can promise him?
No one speaks, because everyone can't.
The robbery in the sky is still gathered, the light is flickering, dazzling and dangerous.
Long Xunhai is a little desperate.
"Ah!" A Dragon King of the East China Sea, Long Hai Hai Tangtang, was desperate at this moment.
Suddenly, he stepped out in one step.
It's just that Long Yanyun stopped him directly.
"You go, both of you died!" Long Yunyun said coldly.
"I ... I can't look at Aotian's death!" Long Haihai said: "You let me pass, you should know my mind, big, not a big deal, I died with my son."
"no!"
When the two were arguing, one figure suddenly rose up, and welcomed the upcoming thunderbolt.
"don't want!"
Long Yunyun and Long Haihai shouted at the same time.
That's Xia Yu!
Xia Yu rushed into a thunder.
Suddenly, it seemed to be angry with thunder.
Countless thunder clouds gathered crazy.
Someone helped cross the robbery, and the thunder was crazy instantly.
Countless clouds, layers of layers.
In the clouds, a thunder is gathered crazy.
This time, it will destroy everything.
Countless electric light, in the clouds, you come and go, the light is shining.
However, even if Xia Yu stood in front of him, he did not split the eighth thunder, and he was gathered by the thunder.
Xia Yu's complexion was also extremely dignified. The last time he helped Li Yihuan, he actually resisted a thunder.
It's just this time, the power seems to be much greater.
Where did he know that the robbery of the Holy Dragon and the thunderbolt of Li Yihuan were naturally the same.
However, Xia Yu is still very confident, and he will be able to carry the thunder.
Click!
The eighth thunder was finally fell.
Suddenly, between the heavens and the earth, there is only the white light of the thunderbolt.
This time the thunder was so horrible that it was so horrible that it was unimaginable.
Compared to the previous one, it is more than ten times strong.
Xia Yu thinks that at least a hundred times.
The power of horror!
At this moment, Xia Yu had a kind of worry and worried that he couldn't resist.
But, where can I have time at this moment?
Even his thoughts had just appeared in his mind, and Lei Jie fell on him.
Suddenly, Xia Yu became a luminous body, just like a small sun.
However, under his feet, there was a small shadow that he protected above Long Aotian.
"ah!"
Xia Yu couldn't help but send out a miserable.
It really hurts!
At this moment, Xia Yu found that the eighth Thunder was more powerful than the last thunder last time.
It is a little worse than the human figure Thunder.
Fortunately, he used a lot of fire sources to refine it, and he was much stronger for suffering.
Moreover, he entered the realm of the emperor, and his physique has further strengthened a lot.
The eighth thunder was maintained for a full moment.
At this moment, every second is a torment.
Countless thunders are raging in Xia Yu's body. Every small world is bombarded by the Thunder.
All cells in the whole body are destroyed again and again, and they are reborn again and again.
Like the last time, the cell is changing a little bit.
And Xia Yu, concentrated on, as a furnace, trying to refine the mines.
He did it very hidden in this matter.
Of course, he just said it, and no one believed it.
How can this be possible?
I have never heard of this kind of thing. The thunderbolt is the power of heaven. How can you be artificially refined by your own operation?
Although it is said that thunderous avenue, some people practice, can also release the Thunder.
However, the kind of thunder of that thunder and thunderbolt is completely two concepts.
The Thunder of Lei Jie, that is the heavenly way.
And the Thunder cultivated by the cultivation is just the transformation of Yuanli.
Xia Yu pursed his lips, and when he disappeared, he failed to succeed.
It's just that his body is more and more adaptable to the Thunder.
Xia Yu feels, maybe one day, this thunder bombarded on himself, there would be no feeling at all, it would become his own supplement.
Looking up, the dark clouds are dense, and the sky seems to be pressed down.
"Unexpectedly, there is really a ninth thunderbolt! I remember that there was a legend in the history of the secret history. Our dragon tribe has only one dragon, and the most terrifying heavenly robbery, nine or nine days!"
"But, that's Longzu!"
"And, that's just a legend, there is no accurate record at all."
"But now, we really see it, it means that the legend may not be a legend, it may be true."
Long Yanyun kept murmuring to himself.
Suddenly, his eyes lighted up and said, "Is it true that Long Aotian's blood is so terrifying, is it very close to Longzu?"